To colour or not to colour....

Got hold of my camera after around 3 months except for capturing friends and family. Anirban Mukherjee, my school buddy has the claim to credit this time. He was too eager to test his skills and new camera at Kumortuli, Kolkata. A new thing happened this time. Well, this is not new, it used to happen when I didn't have a digital camera. Took just a few photographs as if I had limited gates in my film roll.

Upon seeing the photographs, I realized that I've mostly captured photographs with a co existence of monochrome and colours. Honestly, this idea of grouping never came to me before I started creating this blog post.

The building blocks of clay Idol. Hay is used to make the basic structure of all those clay idols we see. This beautiful colour is eventually covered with black mud and then again colour is used to make those beautiful idols we see. Isn't it kind of resurrection?

Does chilli taste hot in the ears too? Mahishasur doesn't seem very happy with a chilli pierced through his ears to make a hole for ornamentation.

Peace in war zone. Actually something else came to my mind on seeing this scene. Can the cats distinguish between human beings and fierce human figures? Leave apart the human figures. How could he sleep so peacefully in front of such a big cat?

Red & White. No really, I don't have any intention to promote any brand here. actually, it seemed to me as if the provider of success and the well renowned savior are sitting in front of a court house. Redemption guaranteed.

Colours of muse. What else could I say?

Monsoon Mileage

I've been away from the viewfinder for quite a bit of time. But a few days ago I was talking to someone about why I stayed back in Kolkata instead of returning back to Delhi to my old job. Believe it or not, the real cause was snapshots of Kolkata in a Bengali movie named 'Madly Bangali'. I remember myself shouting loudly at the exit staircase of Nandan movie hall right after seeing the movie: "I'm not going back to Delhi".

As promised in the intro of this 'Kamara syndrome', I'm introducing another of my friends, Sanghamitra. She called me up last Saturday after midnight and literally ordered me to plan a small outing the next day. Well, we made no plans and that's what made the trip good. This image is the first one I took that day. A I bet, anyone can say which city is this although the characteristics of the city are out of focus. With the Yellows, Blues and Yellow-Maroon combinations, it is a real easy guess. Indeed, Monsoon was the mileage behind this photograph.

Road to Ornamentation

Earlier this decade, Page 3 articles and several literary write ups concentrated on the so called 'Junk Jewellery'. I remember those faint paragraphs where party revelers used to flaunt their unconventional ornaments and boast that they bought it from an African tribe. Actually, this was the entry of those 'big stone' and 'alloy' jewellery in the pavements of India. The pavement in front of Grand Hotel Kolkata was among the first outlet. Gradually, now we find them everywhere. Well, the prices get doubled when the outlet is a stall in some shopping mall, the factory remaining the same. While on different casual walks on the roads of Kolkata I got a few glimpse of those, thanks to my lady friends.



People chose hair clips of different colors. Igot a glimpse of how colourful they might look when placed together on the pavement of Lindsay Street, Koilkata.



The previous and next photographs are of jewellery shops beside the Hogg Market, Kolkata.



The handicrafts fair 2011 was indeed a photographers delight. Those Ganesha lockets were to me, the latest of 'Brand Ganesha' improvisations.





Can you imagine Indian ladies without bangles? I guess no. You should see their facial expressions when they look at those. The expression shifts from 'Yuk', through 'Poor Bangle' and 'Cool One' till 'I just love it'. You see the aggression on her face and listen to the sweetest words, 'Can I have it?'



Well this lady did have those bangles.